Hannah had just enough time to put her
arms in front of her face before the lamp came crashing down. The impact was
heavy, and shivers of pain ran up both Hannah’s arms. Then the lamp slid off
her arms and shattered on the floor.

Hannah rolled away from the broken
shards and then scrambled to get up.

Moments after she reached her feet,
another object came hurtling toward her. It struck her on the shoulder and then
shattered on the ground.

Considering the weight of the object,
Hannah had a feeling it was Mrs. Mumford’s prized Waterford vase.

A moment later, yet another heavy object
smashed near her feet.

Hannah turned and ran as fast as she
could for the door.

She made it outside just in time to hear
sirens and see a whirl of lights as three police cars pulled up in front of the
house.

“What a night,” Alex said, sitting back
in his plastic chair. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” Hannah said.

They’d both been to the hospital and
then to the police station, where they were still sitting. The two had been
cleared to go some time ago.

“Thanks for calling the police,” Hannah
said, standing up.

“I texted them, actually,” Alex said,
standing, too. “When I first hid behind the counter. I’m just glad we actually
made it out of there. And I’m glad you thought of the towel thing.”

“Thanks,” Hannah said.

The two of them walked toward the door
and out into the night.

“What do you suppose Mrs. Mumford did
with the money?” Alex asked. “Offshore account?”

Hannah couldn’t help but smile.

“I think it was something simpler than
that,” she said. “Mrs. Mumford liked things she could understand. Like auctions
and the town bank. Stuff she could see every day.”

“Well, at least she didn’t have to see
her niece and nephew go to jail,” Alex said. “All that fuss, and they didn’t
even get the money.”

“Even if they had found it, it wouldn’t
have gone to them anyway,” Hannah said. “Not legally at least.”

“So then after they shot up the house,
they would’ve had to go on the run if they did find it,” Alex said. “I’m sure
that would’ve gone well.”

“Yeah,” Hannah said. “Not a great plan.”

“And now they get jail time, and the
library gets a house with bullets in the walls.”

“Yeah,” Hannah said. Her voice trailed
off.

She stopped walking and began to search
in her bag.

“I can’t find it,” she mumbled. “It must
be on the floor in the house. I don’t think Lisa took it with her.”

She began to walk toward her car quickly.

“Wait,” Alex said. “Where are you
going?”

“I have to go back to Mrs. Mumford’s
house,” Hannah said.

“What? Now?”

Hannah stopped and looked at Alex.
“You’ve had a really long night. You should go home. I’ve got to do this
tonight, though. Considering what happened earlier, I don’t think this will
wait.”

“Fine, I’m coming with you,” Alex said.
“But you know the house is like a crime scene or something now.”

“I know,” Hannah said.

“What are we—”

“I’ll tell you when we get there.”

Hannah drove through the snow to Mrs.
Mumford’s house. By the light of the headlights, she could see that a line of
yellow police tape now cordoned off the front yard.

“I told you,” Alex said.

Hannah got out of the car and hurried up
to the front door. Alex quickly followed her.

The key was once again under the frog
where it had been earlier in the evening. She unlocked the door and went in.

Alex followed, switching on the lights.

“I see they got the power back on,” he
commented.

Hannah shut the door and then rushed over
to pick up a piece of paper that was lying on the floor. She read it over
quickly.

“The last fortune cookie message said
‘when the snow comes,’ and I thought that was referring to actual snow,” Hannah
said. “But it wasn’t. Or actually it may have been both. But the really important
snow is right here on the wall.”

“You mean the snowflake pattern on the
wallpaper?” Alex said.

“Yes,” Hannah replied.

“And how is it important?”

“Because it’s a covering,” Hannah said.
“I realized how important it was when you said the bullets were in the wall.”

“Still not following.”

“The bullets are in the wall,” Hannah
said. “And so is the money. It’s behind the wallpaper. She did it herself.”

“Let me get this straight,” Alex said.
“You’re saying Mrs. Mumford put four million dollars in the wall and then
covered it over with wallpaper?”

“Yes,” Hannah said. “And that’s why it’s
lumpy. And that’s also why she was so proud of herself when she was telling me
about it the last day I was here. I knew it was something simple.”

“So what do we do?”

“We get the wallpaper off,” Hannah said,
heading for the kitchen counter.

“And how do we do that?” Alex asked.

“With a knife,” Hannah said, opening a
drawer.

“Wait,” Alex said. “Why don’t you just
tell your theory to the police or whoever and let them take care of it. We
shouldn’t be here as it is—you don’t want to go tearing up the house, too.”

Hannah approached the wall with a small
serrated steak knife.

“I don’t think we can wait.”

“Why not?”

“Because Lisa and Jonah were just here
with a gun looking for the money.”

“You think they’re going to escape and
come back here?” Alex asked.

“No,” Hannah said. “It’s just that they
knew about the money, and if they knew about it, then some other people might
know about it and come looking for it, too. The sooner the money’s in safe
hands, the better.”

“And that’s an excuse for vandalism?”

“We’ll be forgiven if we find the
money,” Hannah said. “I’m going to start where the wallpaper is lumpiest.”

She ran a hand over the wall and then
got to work.

As Alex watched, Hannah scored the
wallpaper several times with the knife and began ripping off large swaths of
the snowflake-printed paper.

“This can’t be good,” Alex mumbled into
his hand.

“What was that?” Hannah asked.

“Nothing,” Alex said.

After a moment, a larger-than-usual
section of wallpaper gave way and with it came a cascade of little objects.

One of the objects bounced on the floor
and rolled to a stop at Alex’s feet. He stooped to pick it up.

“There isn’t even so much as a quarter
here,” Alex replied. “See for yourself.”

He held out one of the coins, and Hannah
took it.

In her hands she held a nickel with a
‘V’ on the back. On the front was a woman surrounded by stars. On her head was
a crown that read ‘liberty’ and beneath her was a date.

“It says 1913,” Hannah said.

“So it’s a really old coin,” Alex said
surveying the ripped up wallpaper. “Are we done here?”

“I think we are,” Hannah said.

On Sunday, both of Hannah’s parents
returned home, and they were understandably appalled by what had happened in
their absence.

On Monday, Hannah stopped by Mr.
Schaal’s office and gave him the handful of coins she had collected from Mrs.
Mumford’s house.

On Tuesday, he gave her a call.

“Thanks for stopping by my office
yesterday,” Mr. Schaal said.

“You’re welcome,” Hannah replied.

“It’s a funny thing about old coins,” Mr.
Schaal said. “Sometimes they can go for a lot of money at auctions. If I can
believe what I’ve read online, pennies like the ones you gave me have been sold
at auction for as much as eighty thousand dollars.”

“Wow,” Hannah said.

“But the real prize here could be one of
the nickels. There’s one with a woman on the face wearing a crown that says
‘liberty.’ The date on it is 1913.”

“I remember seeing that one,” Hannah
said.

“Well, it turns out that this is very
likely to be a 1913 Liberty Head V Nickel. There are only five known to exist
in the world. One of these sold at auction for a little over four million
dollars.”

“Wow,” Hannah said again. “Mrs. Mumford
did like her auctions.”

“Of course, such a thing would need to
be authenticated and appraised. And of course it’s not actually worth anything
until it sells.”

“That makes sense,” Hannah said.

“Ordinarily, something like this would
have to go through probate. And that would make it eligible to be named in a
lawsuit if Lisa and Jonah find themselves in a position to sue. After all, we
don’t know how Lisa and Jonah’s current legal troubles will play out.”

“Oh,” Hannah said.

“But, seeing as this is just a handful
of coins at the moment, and seeing as the house and all its effects go to the
library, I don’t see why I can’t just give them the coins right now. You did
say you found them in the wall, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Hannah said.

“Well, then, in that case, I propose
that I turn the coins over to the library immediately, and they can then sell
them—or not, as they see fit. What do you think? I wanted to check with you
before I did anything.”

“I thought you might,” Mr. Schaal said.
“In that case, I will take these over to the library tonight. I’ll make sure
the director gets them. Thanks, Hannah. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Schaal.”

Several weeks passed, and Hannah
eventually forgot about the coins.

Then she received a phone call one
Saturday.

“Hello, Hannah,” said the voice on the
other end. “This is James Whittaker. I’m the director of the Hollyhock Public
Library.”

“Hello,” Hannah said.

“I understand that we have you to thank
for our receiving the 1913 Liberty Head V Nickel.”

“Mrs. Mumford’s really the one who gave
you the nickel,” Hannah said. “I just found it. And my friend Alex helped a lot.”

“Quite so, quite so,” Mr. Whittaker
said. “But we’re grateful all the same. And because of this, we thought you
might like to see what we’re planning to do.”

“Sure, I’d love to,” Hannah said.

“Excellent,” Mr. Whittaker said. “Would
you be free to stop by the library tomorrow at two o’clock? And please bring
your friend along if he’s available.”

“Yeah, sure,” Hannah said. “Okay.”

“We’ll see you then. And thanks again.”

Sunday afternoon found Hannah and Alex
climbing up the three short steps to the Hollyhock Public Library, and a few
moments later, they were greeted by Mr. Whittaker, who’d been waiting for them
in the lobby.

“Thank you very much for coming, Hannah,
Alex,” Mr. Whittaker said, shaking hands with each of them in turn. “Please
come this way.”

He led them to a display case that was
about waist high and covered with a purple cloth.

Mr. Whittaker cleared his throat. “We’re
not big on ceremony here at HPL, but in light of what the two of you have done
for us—recovering valuable property that was left to us by our late esteemed
patron, Mrs. Mumford—we would like you to have these certificates.”

From a folder in his hands, Mr. Whittaker
produced two pieces of paper bordered with laurel leaves. He gave one to Hannah
and one to Alex.

Hannah looked hers over. It had her
name, and then underneath it said ‘for valuable services rendered to the
library and the community.’

“We’ve had the items appraised,” Mr. Whittaker
said. “And they are indeed as valuable as Mrs. Mumford’s attorney believed. Or,
at least, they will be if they are sold at auction. The items should bring in
nearly five million dollars.”

“So what will you do with the money?”
Alex asked. “I bet you could build a really nice library with that.”

“Well, that’s just the thing,” Mr. Whittaker
said. “We’ve got a generous community here. And our patrons, including Mrs.
Mumford, who will be sorely missed, have always supported us well above and
beyond anything we could wish for. There really isn’t anything we need at this
time.”

“So then what will you do?” Hannah
asked.

“It seems to me,” Mr. Whittaker said,
“that what Mrs. Mumford gave us is a valuable thing—a special thing. All of the
coins are rare. But that one in particular—the Liberty Head Nickel—is
especially rare. There are only five of them in the whole world. It would be a
shame to trade away something as special as that—it’s something few people get
to see.”

Mr. Whittaker was quiet for a moment and
then glanced at the two of them.

“So what we’ve decided to do is to keep
the coins here on display for the entire community—sort of here in trust. That
way they can be enjoyed by everybody. And then of course, if there are darker
times ahead when we lose funding and we need to sell the coins, well then,
we’ll have them.”

Mr. Whittaker pulled off the purple
cloth to reveal a glass case with all the coins from Mrs. Mumford’s house
neatly arranged on a black background. Underneath each coin was a little
placard describing the coin, its origin, and its rarity. And at the bottom of
the case was a sign with gold letters: